The poetical works of James Thomson. With life, critical diss., and explanatory notes. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1873 |
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... Hill , who at that time enjoyed a reputation only inferior to Pope's , is now partly remembered by the fact that he wrote to Mallet , who had brought the poem under his notice , a letter of warm approval , which , shewn to the author ...
... Hill , who at that time enjoyed a reputation only inferior to Pope's , is now partly remembered by the fact that he wrote to Mallet , who had brought the poem under his notice , a letter of warm approval , which , shewn to the author ...
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... hill , The shatter'd forest , and the ravag'd vale ; While softer gales succeed , at whose kind touch . Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost , The mountains lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd ...
... hill , The shatter'd forest , and the ravag'd vale ; While softer gales succeed , at whose kind touch . Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost , The mountains lift their green heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd ...
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... hills , and long withdrawing vales , Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun , Luxuriant and unbounded : as the Sea , Far through his azure turbulent domain , Your empire owns , and from a thousand shores Wafts all the pomp of life ...
... hills , and long withdrawing vales , Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun , Luxuriant and unbounded : as the Sea , Far through his azure turbulent domain , Your empire owns , and from a thousand shores Wafts all the pomp of life ...
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... hills , And hollow lows responsive from the vales , Whence blending all the sweeten'd Zephyr springs . Meantime , refracted from yon eastern cloud , Bestriding earth , the grand ethereal bow Shoots up immense ; and every hue unfolds ...
... hills , And hollow lows responsive from the vales , Whence blending all the sweeten'd Zephyr springs . Meantime , refracted from yon eastern cloud , Bestriding earth , the grand ethereal bow Shoots up immense ; and every hue unfolds ...
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... hills of fractur❜d earth Wide dash'd the waves , in undulation vast ; Till , from the centre to the streaming clouds , A shoreless ocean tumbled round the globe . 291 301 310 The Seasons since have , with severer sway , Oppress'd a ...
... hills of fractur❜d earth Wide dash'd the waves , in undulation vast ; Till , from the centre to the streaming clouds , A shoreless ocean tumbled round the globe . 291 301 310 The Seasons since have , with severer sway , Oppress'd a ...
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Сторінка 308 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Сторінка 228 - Then shalt thou cause the trumpet of the jubilee to sound on the tenth day of the seventh month, in the Day of Atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound throughout all your land.
Сторінка 143 - As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce, All Winter drives along the darkened air; In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush...
Сторінка 37 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Сторінка 170 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east...
Сторінка 229 - And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: and thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.
Сторінка 145 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Сторінка 169 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike Amid the spangled sky the silver lyre.
Сторінка 144 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Сторінка 169 - Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.